AN: Thank you guys so much for all the love! This is quickly becoming something I love to do. I am able to post so frequently right now because I am the only one in my office, when that changes posting my slow, but I am going to try keeping with my one a day! Anyway feel free to review or ask any questions.

BPOV

I am totally dreaming, I've got to be. With all the photos Alice showed me of her whole family that's the only reason I could be dreaming about that emerald eyed man, and dreaming about being safe in his arms. Alice had assured me her brother was going to "Just love me." But the way she said it with a twinkle in her eye made me my suspicious.

I knew I had to only be asleep for a couple of hours, but for some reason I felt more restful than I had if I would have slept a whole 8 hours. As I began to really wake up I felt two strong arms locking me into my place.

Fear started to creep in after hearing about what the blond man wanted from me. I willed that to subside as I slid my hand under my pillow and grabbed my Glock my father bought me for my 16th birthday, always chambered and ready.

It was still dark with just a glimmer of light in the room, it had to be about 6 am and the rest of the house was still asleep. Without a second thought I jumped out of the iron grasp I was in on top of my captor, and put my gun to his head.

He looked somewhat familiar and I needed to ignore the electric tingles I was feeling throughout my whole body, which would not help me. Without opening his eyes he whispered "What are you doing? This is my bed and you were in it. I can disarm you in two seconds flat, but I don't want to risk hurting you Isabella." Momentarily stunned, his sweet, velvet voice had me reeling.

I was not prepared to meet the most beautiful set of green eyes I have ever seen, it literally took my breath away and I am not that kind of girl. I would rather train with Emmett than go out, not that I wasn't turning guys down because believe me I really was. But never had I been at a loss for words like I was now.

"Can you please remove your gun from my temple, Isabella or would you like me to do it for you?" He asked lightheartedly. I drew back my gun and then realized the extremely awkward position I had put myself straddling this man I don't even really know.

"Let's start over, I am Edward Cullen. I came in late last night trying to surprise my mother. Only to find a beautiful surprise in my own bed. I was going to sleep on the couch, but you said for me to stay and I was way too tired to disagree." He smirked at me and reached out his hand to shake.

With my blush heating up my face I was thankful that it wasn't so bright in the room that he would be able to see it. "I am Isabella Swan, but I prefer just Bella. I'm sorry for waking you up like that it has been a really trying two days."

He looked back at me with knowing eyes and gave me a sad smile. "Yes I am sure my dad will fill me in on everything when he knows I am here. It's a surprise for everyone that I got to make it." I slid off his body onto the side of the bed I was on before; noticing the way his eyes widened and he held his breath. "Odd" I thought to myself.

"Well I am sure they well be glad you came home, I could tell your mom was bummed that you weren't going to make it. Sorry we had to meet like this." I said quietly "Its really okay Bella, I swear I haven't slept that well in ages." I could tell he was answering in compete honesty.

"I think I am going to shower before everyone gets up." I told him as I rolled out of the bed. It sounds odd even to myself that as soon as I was not touching the same surface as him I felt a sense of loss. Looking at his scrunched up face I would swear he felt it too. "You can use my bathroom right through that door."

I smiled at him and went silently into the bathroom, knowing it was still really early. I turned on the shower and stood under the hot spray as it released my muscles. I was so tense over the past few days, and I know most girls would be falling apart at the loss of the father. On the inside I was torn apart, but on the outside I would always be strong just like he taught us to be.

My mind kept wandering into the next room. The man whose arms I slept in last night and could not bring myself to regret it. It was an amazing sleep and I have never felt so safe. And unconsciously told him to stay? What was that about? I knew I talked in my sleep, but normally when someone enters the room I am sleeping in I am up instantly. But not with Edward I was calm and inviting him to sleep with me. Ugh this is so not me I don't know what is happening to me.

Or why I could not get the way his body felt underneath mine felt. So strong and hard, in many places. Was it me that made him feel that way or was it because he had just woken up? I know what happens to men sometimes. I am just so confused because I have never felt this way.

I stepped out of the shower, seeing I had only really been in the shower 30 minutes. Dried off leaving my hair in a wet messy bun and threw some jean shorts and a white tee shirt on. I opened the door and saw Edward lying on the bed asleep. He looked so peaceful and since it was still early I decided to lay back down.

Since we had already spent the night in the bed together what could it hurt. I laid down and rolled with my back to Edward, as if sensing my presence in the bed he quickly wrapped his arms around me and instead of pushing away I found comfort in the fact that even in his sleep he wanted to hold on to me.

It might not mean a thing, but I decided not to think about it. Because right now this beauty of a man, a Greek God was holding me tight, and that was all that would matter for the next few hours at least. I didn't know where this would lead between the two of us, and hell it might go nowhere but that's a worry for later.